Sonia loves being in charge, a member of St. Thomas Church she officiates all activities delegating duties to volunteers.

Her devotion is to the Virgin Mary. Every afternoon, at 5:00 PM, she leads the congregation saying the Rosary. Sonia is a doer; she is pleasant, never engaging with women in gossip.

Secretly she loves Father Lawrence, tries all she can to find herself alone with him. Father Lawrence is not ignorant to her tricks; he laughs up his sleeve. Those were testing times for Father Lawrence, it was not about Sonia, he already had a much younger lover.

At home, Sonia whines about everyone at Church. In her eyes, she is the only person who can do things right. Most male parishioners are perverts who come to Church to pry on young girls; they will perish in hell; they are unfaithful to their wives, and on and on whining through her litany of the male species.

Women are not any better, they come to Church to show off in front of the old men, enticing them; especially seducing the young novitiate priest, and God only knows what they must be doing with him in the back room.

Of course, the world was coming to an end. The scientists were now saying so. After all the times Sonia said the world was doomed, finally, someone was acknowledging her wisdom on the world’s future.

Sonia did not like her husband. She endured him in bed, imagining it was Father Lawrence making love to her.

Her husband did not like her either. He imagined he was with the tall blond girl who was in the pew next to him at Church on Sunday.

Sonia was sure that the reason for her husband’s reborn virility was that he found her very desirable…